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@philancer
25 / male / yes / 7♦️

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My Self-Summary

Back home, I'm a noble, the son of a Margrave, but for most of my life I've been a knight and a soldier. I'm mostly just looking for a good time and people who are open-minded enough to enjoy it with me, maybe try out some new things. There's a lot here I've never gotten to experience and I'm interested in changing that.



Outside of that, I'm a connoisseur of fine food and fine teas. I enjoy cooking, gardening, horseback riding, chess, and discussing a wide variety of topics, whether it's art, fiction, theoretical ideals, or more esoteric topics.

My Future Plans

Enjoying myself to the fullest here. Making conections and meeting new people. Experiencing all this place has to offer and finding those interested in exploring it with me.

My Talents

Varied and many. I had a robust interest in pursuing pleasures of all sorts back home and I hope to keep expanding that knowledge and skillset here.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy books on a variety of topics, but I've never seen a movie. Plays and operas are far more common in my world and a comparible form of entertainment. I like a wide variety of dishes and have a fondness for trying new dishes from distant places. I have a fondness for spices and rich flavors.

My Ideal Partner

I'm very adaptable and tend to adjust to whoever I'm with, making this a very broad category, since I have a varied taste in companions as well, depending on my mood. I find people interesting and like as many varieties here as I do in my favorite dishes.

Height 6'1 Body Type broad and muscular Smokes only when casting fire spells Drinks yes Drugs only healer prescribed Sign ...Gemini? Apparently?? Education Garreg Mach Officer's Academy Occupation Noble Paladin Income ... Children dear goddess no Pets Felix Horses Hobbies Reading, cooking, chess, tea, horseback riding, hiking. not dying.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

both, depends on the atmosphere

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

yes

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what does this even mean??? and what's a nija?

.05 TITS OR ASS

yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

tea, although coffee is interesting, i will have to try more of it

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

both have their fine qualities

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

depends on who's wearing it. some people are just very much one or the other.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

yes

Personality Type
Campaigner: ENFP-A

ENERGY

79%

Extraverted

MIND

55%

Intuitive

NATURE

61%

Feeling

TACTICS

61%

Prospecting

IDENTITY

61%

Assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

[philancer]

[ No one had ever said anything like that about him before. it takes him off-guard, so much so that he doesn't even have a response to that, other than blinking in surprise at the blunt honesty there.

He's still pliant against Basch, soaking up the warmth as the other man starts to wash him, but it's clear he's mentally struggling to wrap his head around the concept Basch had just dropped on his lap. ]

[bardische]

[ He lets out a small huff of relief. The silence speaks volumes; Sylvain likes this, he’s just so woefully unsure what to do with it.

Heartbreaking, but entirely in Basch’s wheelhouse to fix. ]

I thought that the first time we met, you know. Our conversation was brilliant, and watching you ride was breathtaking. I was sure you were your class’s golden boy. Imagine my shock when no one seemed to know either of those things about you.

People are incredible at not being able to see what’s right in front of them. But you should be seen, sweet.

[ His hands keep gently lathering, cherishing every inch of this strong, broken, precious man. Who Basch achingly wants to choose to stay when the time comes. An absurd dream. But I feels possible today. ]

[philancer]

[ His lips quirk faintly as he stares down at the hands sliding over his skin. ]

My reputation back in school was... not good.

[ Mostly that had been his own doing. Or at least the start of it. And then it just... snowballed from there. There were only a handful who knew of his love of horses, though. And even fewer who knew how to engage him in actual meaningful conversation. ]

[bardische]

[ He huffs another chuckle, so pleased with Sylvain not pushing him away or shutting down. ]

Well, my reputation now is not good. Luckily neither of us is trying to secure a marriage or a political alliance.

[ He lifts Sylvain’s arm, continuing to wash. ]

[philancer]

[ He shivers again at the caress, warm and slick against his skin. Skin that still felt all-too sensitive after last night and this morning. He wriggles a little, pressing back against Basch. Able to feel the hard length pressed against the curve of his ass and lower spine. ]

You come from a noble house, though, right? Shouldn't you be looking for that?

[bardische]

[ He hums pleasantly as Sylvain shifts against his cock. Truth me told he’s a little sore too — but the intimacy of it is wonderful. ]

I am. And even before I ruined my reputation I wasn’t much good for matches or diplomacy. Besides now my brother has a clear field for all his machinations.

[ Basch may have once had more angst about that situation than Sylvain did, from a point of failing at his own duties, but that doesn’t matter. His point is he understands. ]

I worried I’d miss it, but leaving that world was like throwing off shackles I didn’t even know I was wearing. I’ve done more good here as a manor master than I ever did as a nobleman’s disappointing son.

I also enjoy doing you a great deal more than any arrangement I was ever subjected to.

[ He dips a hand down to cup the other’s sack briefly, a chuckle on his tongue. ]

[philancer]

[ Ironically, it's an outlook Sylvain understands all too well. Wasn't that exactly what he'd been, all his life? The disappointing son. The unwanted obstacle to his brother. A pawn, to be maneuvered and used, and then discarded when his usefulness was done.

But this... this wasn't the place he'd ever expected to end up. Instead of discarded, he was on an entirely new gameboard now. one he still didn't know the rules to.

Maybe that wasn't as important here, though. And Basch's hands on him made it hard to worry about that right now anyway.

He gives a soft moan as his head falls back against Basch's shoulder, unable to keep from arching into that touch, craving the feel of Basch's hands on his skin. ]

[bardische]

[ There were no rules here Sylvain needed to worry about; as a pet, he was free of judgment or reprimand. It would all fall to Basch. Which he hoped would be a source of safety for the other as he came to understand it.

He laughs again, warm and pleased. ]

Still hungry, pretty bird? I’m flattered and impressed.

[ Arms finished, he dips below the water to start washing Sylvain’s thighs, dipping close to very interested cock but not quite tending to it. ]

[philancer]

[ That warm laugh, breathed against his throat, has him squirming again, especially with Basch’s hands drifting so close to his own hardening cock.

Yes, his body is still sore, but the heated soak is certainly helping and his body, already becoming addicted to the pleasure Basch has spoiled him with, is always eager to respond to the man’s touches now.

He’s caught between pressing back into the solid heat of Basch’s body or forward to bring him more firmly against the slick slide of those clever hands. ]

You always make me feel good.

[bardische]

[ Oh. He can’t resist that. And can’t tease it. ]

Good [ He murmurs. And he doesn’t make Sylvain choose. One arm loops around his middle, pulling him flush and firm back against Basch, and the other hand wraps around his cock, his lips exploring down the other’s neck. It’s nothing like last night, slow and tender instead of ravenous. But it’s just as focused on Sylvain’s pleasure. ]

[philancer]

[ His breath hitches audibly as Basch hauls him back, his other hand wrapping around Sylvain’s cock with a heated grip that has him melting into an even bigger puddle.

Whimpering at how good that feels, one hand latches onto the arm around his waist while the other lifts to tangle in Basch’s hair, clinging to him as his head falls back again, exposing his throat as that whimpering melts into a breathless moan of want. ]

[bardische]

[ Basch’s hitches in turn as Sylvain so readily softens in his hold. No magic fanning his desire, or his ease. ]

You are perfect, Sylvain. And you are mine.

[ he nuzzles into the other before nipping at that exposed neck, preening in how well he already knows how to please his pet. His hand works firm and steady, his hips rocking gently in the water. ]

I am sincerely looking forward to spoiling you the next six months.

[philancer]

And... [ Whatever he'd been about to say is momentarily lost as he arches with a moan, writhing in Basch's hold as that pleasure builds. ]

What if... what if I... want to stay?

[ Six months could go by so fast, after all. It could also drag out like torture. But considering how his days had gone so far, Basch seemed to make it the former.

Not that he realized just how much magic had gone into ensuring that. But he didn't really care right now, either. ]

[bardische]

[ His breath catches, touch slowing for a moment.

Because he hasn't dared let himself entertain that idea. Not this soon. But he won't deny Sylvain anything, especially not security. ]

I told you, pretty bird. You are always welcome here. Whether as my guest, or if you want to extend the contract.

[ Which he's only pointing out in case Sylvain wants the ongoing legal protection. He won't delude himself into anything more. Even if his heart skips at even the tease of it. ]

[philancer]

[ He doesn't know which is the better option, honestly. The safer of the two. Although he already suspects it would be the latter.

If he's owned by Basch - by a Master in general - he's safe. Or at least safe enough as long as someone doesn't challenge that ownership - or Basch's ability to protect him.

His grip tightens a little more on Basch's arm in understanding, exhaling softly as he leans back against him once more. ]

[bardische]

[ Gods it's hard to believe he isn't dreaming. That soft touch is almost more than his heart can take. He keeps the other pulled close, hand sliding up over Sylvain's cock's head to tease there. ]

I hadn't expected you to warm to me this quickly. You truly are a treasure.

[ He wants...more. More mornings like this. More pretty noises. More chances to show off his -- willing -- pet. Gods, he's a greedy, shameless fuck. ]

I want to make you feel this good and this tired as often as you'll let me.

[ He twists his hand faster, other hand dipping down to cup balls, lips skating under the other's ear. ]

[philancer]

[ He gasps, body arching into that touch as he shudders, cock twitching in Basch's grasp. That gasp melts into a moan, and then a whimper, as he rocks into that firm grip. ]

P-please...

[bardische]

You beg so beautifully [ he sighs against that ear ] But you don't have to. I wouldn't leave you wanting.

[ He keeps his pace steady, knowing he could push Sylvain over, but-- ]

Unless you want me to make you beg, sweet.

[philancer]

[ He doesn't know what he wants, beyond 'more'. Would do anything this man asked of him right now, because the pleasure just seemed to get better and more intense every time they came together. At this point, he thinks he might be perfectly content wrapped up in him forever. never leaving that bed. Or this bath.

He just wanted Basch's hands on him, his mouth, hearing those soft words of praise murmured against his ear, sending entirely different shivers of pleasure through him. ]

A-anything you want, just please.

[bardische]

[ Basch’s breath is shaky in Sylvain’s ear, the jerk of his own arousal wildly clear against the other’s ass. ]

You have no idea how wild your surrender drives me.

[ A growl, a moan. He holds the other so tight against him, hand shifting to focus on the sensitive head of his cock, his only goal here absolute pleasure and luxury. He licks Sylvain’s neck before working a fresh mark there, gasping at his own desire. But he stays slow, deliberate. It’s not teasing; it’s building. Letting the other bask in it. ]

And how beautifully you react. I want to find everything you like — especially the things you don’t know yet.

[philancer]

[ Despite the tightness of that hold, Sylvain still struggles to squirm, to press back against the man holding him. The press of that arousal against his backside, because that's the proof of how much Basch wants him, and that ignites that flame within him even hotter. Something that feels like it should be acknowledged.

There's no verbal answer to that praise, other than a whine that melts into a hitching moan as Basch's fingers seek out sensitivity and torment is with single-minded determination. That focus wholly on him is overwhelming, especially when the man has been paying attention to what drives him mad. And is now systematically using it against him.

Even if all of Sylvain's walls hadn't already been down this morning, this certainly would have shattered whatever was left of them. ]

[bardische]

You’re going to make me cum if you keep squirming. [ It’s breathless, an invitation more than a warning. He’d probably bark with laughter if Sylvain managed to bring up any surprise about his attraction; Basch is so far gone for his pet that it may border on mild madness. It’s a madness he wants to savor and indulge.

He truly wasn’t expecting this, to be let in so fully so soon, and it’s intoxicating, disrupting every plan he’s had. He sucks hard on Sylvain’s neck, moaning into a nip, and his hand chases the other’s release, hand that’s holding him down going to tweak a nipple and gods he cannot wait to take this man in his cock again. ]

[philancer]

[ That gets a choked-off moan from him as his hips stutter, chasing the friction of those fingers around him. It feels so good, and the promise of Basch behind him, the hard press of his arousal... it just makes him ache more. ]

Please...! I want to...!

[bardische]

[ oh. That sends an entirely different heat through him, something dizzy and intimate. His hips rock against the other, hard cock right against his ass. The friction and Sylvain’s breathless pleas are more than enough. ]

You have me right on the edge [ he pants, barely above a whisper. ] Cum for me, and I’ll cum for you. [ His hand is working faster now, chasing Sylvain’s release, wanting to hear those beautiful sounds again, feel him come undone and go boneless in this bath. ]

[philancer]

[ He cries out loudly at that, that sweet promise making his body clench with want. it wasn't feeling Basch inside him again, but it was almost as good, especially with the man's hands speeding their pace.

He doesn't answer - can't answer, because it's too much, and yet it's perfect. his hips buck, chasing that hand, but its only a few more strokes before he's spilling into the water with a breathless cry, panting raggedly, his entire body trembling in basch's hold. ]